The year is off to an active start, but that doesn’t affect my writing marathon. It seems to carve out an hour for recording, but then I am torn by other things, without which I will not be able to actually survive in the current conditions.

We are not talking about lining up and joyful cries. The beginning of the year is all about survival. Firstly, on the psychological front. And then everything else flies here.

The first days of January hurt. Strongly. 

Sad news and unexpected events.

It is impossible to prepare for everything. 

Some things get through, leaving searing marks for life.

I keep writing, my writing marathon continues: